The Pierre Hotel Affair by Daniel Simone

Author:Daniel Simone
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pegasus Books
Published: 2017-05-20T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 46

The assistant manager at the Circus Club told Matt Hammer and John Masters that he did know of a regular here by the name of Sammy the Arab, and it was likely he might be here at this very moment. Tonight, the Circus was a full house of approximately 310 debased, horny rowdies, a hoard of chimpanzees in heat.

“Oh yeah,” the manager said, snickering in the manner that said, I know a secret you don’t know. “Sammy comes in and goes. A lot of times he waits ’til that one there dancing right now ends her gig, and he takes her wherever.”

“Is her name Felicia Blanca?” Masters asked.

“Yep, that’s her,” said the obese, pear-shaped manager. “If you wanna talk to Felicia, she’s about to end her last gig of the night.” He let that hang a while, deciding whether to ask a question that maybe he shouldn’t. “By the way, are you cops or something?”

“Something like that,” Hammer answered. “Know Sammy’s last name?”

“Nope. What kind of business are you guys in anyway?”

“The kind that’s none of your business,” Masters answered.

Rotating lights, yellow, red, white, blue, and green flounced from one end of the stage to the other, and a pinkish spotlight shone on Felicia. Her gyrations and provocative gestures that left nothing to the imagination were inciting thirty or forty male spectators who were sidling, or rather hugging the edges of the square stage, flinging dollar bills and hollering obscenities at the unabashed performer. Judging by the hypertensive body language of the roused crowd, these men’s faces, laced with perspiration, were the picture of savage sexual hunger as they, so overly excited, pounced on the stage floor, tongues pitching at the dancer, whose body was her only asset. And under the hot lights, disco music was beating loudly, and the topless Felicia, the Chiquita Latina, thrust parts of her petite but well-endowed build in sync with the song’s tempo. She was dancing to an Eddie Kendrick’s tune: Boogie Down . . . Boogie Down, the catchy beat stirring the adrenaline, stoking the untamed libidos.

Fitzgibbons and Bermudez were at home in this atmosphere. Hammer and Masters, on the other hand, were repulsed. On the whole, FBI agents are academically educated and more polished than the typical NYPD detective. Bermudez had only mustered a GED certificate, though he blamed his lack of focus as a child and scholastic failure on not having known his biological father.

“Here’s something interesting, Ed. It’s a rarity for two Puerto Rican siblings to have the same father. When into a relationship, the minute the woman gets pregnant the man moves on. This is true. No joke,” Masters imparted to Hammer.

Bemused, Hammer pursed his lips. “I didn’t know that.”

Masters moved in close to where Bermudez and Fitzgibbons were standing. The two seemed enraptured by the stage show. “Instead of getting your dicks hard over the pole dancer, scan the crowd for our target.” He stepped back and spoke into Hammer’s ear, “It’s going to be a long night with these guys.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.